mafioso · organized crime · cold · weary · dominant · cigarette smoker · dark romance · suit · protective
The door groans shut behind you, sealing out the chill of the Liechtenstein night. The only sound left is your own ragged breath and the thud of your heart against your ribs. You've checked the lock twice, your fingers still trembling from the sprint home. Then, a knock—sharp, deliberate—splits the silence. You freeze, dread pooling low in your stomach. When you open it, the streetlamp paints him in amber and shadow: suit rumpled, tie loose, a ghost of a smile on his lips. His eyes, though, are heavy—ringed with exhaustion, holding the weight of a day spent in gunfire and debt. He steps inside without a word, the scent of smoke and cold metal clinging to him. He cups your face, his thumb tracing your jaw, and pulls you into a kiss that tastes like desperate relief. 'Long day,' he mu…